Movements of the Immovable

By Adam J. Pearson No form moves itself; All forms are moved. When the body is felt to be moved Rather than believe it moves itself, Watch how gracefully it flows! The action does itself; No doer is found. Believing there is a doer, And we are it, Fluent motion Becomes clumsy. A river needs no “me” to…

One Step is One Too Many: Waking Up as Stripping Away

By Adam J. Pearson When no discriminating thoughts arise, the old mind ceases to exist. When thought objects vanish, the thinking-subject vanishes: As when the mind vanishes, objects vanish.Things are objects because of the subject (mind): the mind (subject) is such because of things (object). Understand the relativity of these two and the basic reality:…

Black Lives Matter and “All Lives Matter”

By Adam J. Pearson Why do people get offended when white people say “all lives matter” in response to “black lives matter”? For very clear and good reasons. Of course all lives matter, we might be inclined to say, or rather, of course it would be great all lives were treated as if they equally mattered….

Practical Nonduality Exercise: Consciousness Is Appearing As …

By Adam J. Pearson In his fun and profound talks, American nonduality teacher Paul Hedderman repeatedly points out that what gives unpleasant emotions the unbearable heaviness they seem to have is our tendency to frame them as “mine,” in a separate sense. We see them, not just as emotions happening, but as emotions happening to…

Beauty, Wonder, and the Invitation Home

By Adam J. Pearson When I see something, someone, some action, or some scene that strikes me as beautiful, the recognition of beauty ripples and resonates as wonder. Beauty inspires awe. Awe or wonder, to me, is a state of speechless openness and total presence. Did you ever notice that love is like this too?…

No One Has Ever Hated Themselves

By Adam J. Pearson Introduction: You’ve Never Hated What You Are, Only What You Believed You Were One of the most shocking things I ever discovered is that no one has ever hated themselves. Really. And trust me, I thought I did. There were periods that I thought I hated myself badly enough to want…

Love Song of a Digital Age

By Adam J. Pearson Hopeful hearts racing through typing, singing fingers ringing lines, Boys and girls gazing into screens like portals of golden wine, Whizzing words of passion, wanting, through cyber wormholes inside Ricocheting off of websites, whirling wonders multiplied, Wild hopes soaring, arcing worries, rising highly, gliding by, High like power lines and satellites in…